User blog comment:Denrael Sabretooth/The Red Mist RPG (Rebooted)/@comment-1298206-20190628042755/@comment-1298206-20190629044628

''Having grown accustomed to campsites quickly abandoned by choice or by force, the badger walked through it and towards the riverbank. Squatting next to the water, he cupped his paws together and dipped them beneath the surface, lifting them back up to his mouth so he could quench his thirst. He took another pawful of water to splash his face. His fur had become caked in dust and blood- whether it was his or that of another creature had long been forgotten.''